could y'all tell i wrote the 1k special while listening to check yes juliet
the song i linked isn't rlly relevant rn i just like it
also just wanna say it again that dottore didn't anything sexual to y/n ok bye
also also cw for implied torture (and needles)~
To call Dottore cruel would be an understatement. He was outright bloodthirsty. All his talk about 'research', but you couldn't help but think all the things he'd subjected you to were for his own personal pleasure.
After the incident with Scaramouche, he'd shortened your chain and put your hands behind your back, rendering them unusable. It also prevented you from fighting back against him. Not like you could now, you were far too weak from the countless hours you'd endured at Dottore's mercy - or rather lack there of.
As he didn't want you to die just yet, he'd been bandaging all the wounds he inflicted upon you; he was methodical and quick, like a real doctor. On one such occasion when he was giving you fresh wrappings, you tried to say something to him under your breath.
"Mm, what was that? If you're going to bother saying anything, speak up. Don't waste my time by whispering it," he chided.
"I called you a monster," you replied.
He chuckled dryly, "Oh, a monster you say? That's where you're wrong, doll," he tugged the bandage he was wrapping around your leg, making you wince, "I'm the doctor. As in, the one who creates monsters. A Victor Frankenstein, if you will."
"Last I checked, doctors don't torture people."
"Who said anything about torture? Before the annoying rules of ethics came to be, this was how medical research was conducted." Another one of his disgustingly fake laughs, "No, this isn't torture. This is the pursuit of knowledge."
He finished wrapping your bandage and hauled you up to your feet, causing you pain as your wrists had been rubbed raw from the chains, and it also reopened a wound on your side. "Now shut up. It was merciful of me to allow you to speak. The anesthesia is wearing off soon, so sit pretty and be quiet while I get the rest."
As he turned to go through the door you presumed led to his storage closet, you called after him, "Why are you doing all this? What the fuck is this for!?"
"Dolls don't speak unless played with," Dottore grabbed a syringe from his work table and jabbed it into you. You immediately felt weaker, and reluctantly slumped into his waiting arms. His last words before you slipped into sedation were: "I need to break off my soulmate without killing him, permanently."
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Although Childe hadn't been to Celestia Park in weeks, he still remembered all the easiest spots to climb over the fence after it closed. The streetlights within the park were on a set clock year-round, so they hadn't yet turned on. He made his way down the pitch dark paths to the Archon statue that rested in the middle. Childe had never been fond of Barbatos' ideals in particular, but this was the place Kaeya had chosen.
The man in question didn't seem to be here yet, so Childe leaned against the statue with about as much care one would give to a brick wall. "Using the statue of a god as a headrest? You should be glad I'm not with the church," said a voice from behind the statue, chuckling.
Childe flinched, and then composed himself, "For someone who wanted to get this done as soon as possible, you sure are late."
"So critical... Come on, let's get moving."
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[ON HOLD] Shared Scars | Childe x Fem!Reader | Genshin Impact
Fanfictiona modern/soulmate au in which when someone is wounded, those wounds also show up on their soulmate. Tartaglia, known to some as Childe, is a member of the Fatui gang and an untouchable fighter who takes down his opponents with ease, yet he is alway...